MY HOT NEIGHBOR

CHAPTER 15: I TRUST YOU

Since Freen only had a morning class on Wednesday, she arranged to meet Becky at Columbia that afternoon once Becky’s last class was out. As she hopped off the train and followed Becky’s directions to the campus and then to her dorm, she felt herself getting more and more giddy at the thought of finally seeing where Becky was living, And she kind of hated that she would even use the term giddy to describe how she was feeling, but there was no other word for it.

Once she found the right address, she headed up and looked for her dorm number. Before knocking, she opened her backpack and grabbed the small canvas artwork she painted as a gift for
Becky. She gave it one last glance-over before knocking on the door and holding it behind her back.

When the door opened, Freen didn’t exactly get the greeting she had anticipated. Instead, a scowling, but very pretty brunette opened the door. A brunette that wasn’t her girlfriend.

“Can I help you?” Freen looked at the number on the door to make sure she had the right place.

“Um…I'm here to see Becky.”
The girl opened the door wider as a signal for Freen to come in.

“She must still be at class. You can wait in here if you want.” Freen stepped in and immediately knew which side of the room was Becky’s.

There wasn’t much decorating her walls, but her soccer gear, cleats and workout bag were hung up on a hook near the foot of her bed. There was a photo of her team framed on her desk. Out of both nervousness and curiosity, she opened the desk drawer and found a photo of Becky and Freen inside, along with another photo of Becky, Freen, Tee, Nam and Irin taken the night they all went out together. Freen smiled upon seeing them.

“What’s that?” Freen turned around and saw Friend gesturing at the painting.

“Oh. It’s just a little something for Becky.” Freen held onto it protectively while showing it to her. Friend didn’t really seem that interested. She merely scoffed and Freen knew right then that there were more reasons to hate her than just the fact that she was constantly trying to get with Becky.

“That’s cute. You brought her a little present.”

“I painted it.”

“Even cuter.” Freen wanted to throw something at her, but instead, she tried to be civil and reached out her hand.

“Freen.”

“You must be her roommate. I’m—”

“You must be Becky’s current conquest. I’m Friend.” She took Freen’s hand haphazardly.

“Excuse me?” Freen looked her up and down, trying to maintain a tough exterior, but she was a little intimidated by just how hot this girl was.

“Look, you seem like a really nice girl I’m gonna give you a little warning. Whatever little tryst you had with her is just that. She has a bit of a reputation and never sleeps with the same girl twice. Good luck trying to get into her bed more than once.”

Freen was torn between feeling a little smug having very obviously been in Becky’s bed more than once and wanting to punch this girl in her pretty little face for talking shit on her girlfriend.

Even if it was true, Friend was talking about her like she knew her. She wanted to, but very clearly didn’t know her at all.
Freen opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She tightened her grip on the painting and looked over at Becky’s bed.